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*Poser* · (This post was last modified: 01-29-2017, 04:54 PM by Poser.)

He'd rather hit the bastard. It's in his way, why would he move? Why should he give a fuck who he took out? Who he took with him? The graceful creature moves as if a force of nature. as if there was something inside him that pushed him higher than any of these wolves. All of them seemed to hul, so. Their average was far larger than he thought natural, and they were all... well, none of them were what he wanted. None, aside from the few that he had picked out for himself. The few he wanted to keep, but did such a terrible job keeping track of. Not that it mattered. Not that it ever mattered. He continues to move, to sweep forward.

Of course he was unlike anything they'd ever seen. There was nothing like him here, and there wouldn't be. He refused to believe the idea that there would be at any point. That was fine. He was perfectly fucking okay with that. There was a bastard in Poser's way, and that, he was not okay with. Poser's course is only slightly altered, close enough for the weirdo to feel the breeze he left behind. "The fuck's your problem?" He does not stop. Instead he pulls a long circle, moving so he could see the creature's face when he answered. Poser's eyes roll, pace slows, but no. He would not stop.

Bastard was ugly, anyway.
your charged touch
poser
breathy way of saying my name

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